Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Lesotho and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Misunderstood to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Roy Ayers,
Bill Wells,
Agitation Free,
Los Fastidios,
The Sonics,
Deadbeat,
Steve Hackett,
the Sonics,
Malaria!,
Blossom Toes,
Model 500,
Dual Sessions,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Half Japanese,
Glenn Branca,
MC5,
Josef K,
Ralphi Rosario,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gichy Dan,
Niagra,
Blake Baxter,
Minnie Riperton,
Joe Finger,
This Heat,
Nas,
Carl Craig,
Goldenarms,
R.M.O.,
Alison Limerick,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mary Jane Girls,
Accadde A,
Cameo,
Blancmange,
Donald Byrd,
Deakin,
The Smoke,
Alice Coltrane,
Andrew Hill,
Anthony Braxton,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Grass Roots,
Rufus Thomas,
Urselle,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
David Bowie,
Fela Kuti,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bootsy Collins,
Marmalade,
Ultravox,
Deepchord,
Sparks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.